800 points down
plummeted the DOW:
seven hundred billion
waiting appropriation
from our pockets
poor lawmakers
have to do their jobs
but they hide too deep
in trenches they dug
panic sets in
on Wall Street
while Main Street’s
been panicked all along
the walls are crumbling—
this pig’s too big
to sit so high
above the clouds
give the corpse
to the masses;
Pork: it is what's
for dinner
my wallet’s thin &
thinning by the day
& it makes me think
money’s worthless, anyway
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 5:47 PM UTC
800 points down
plummeted the DOW:
seven hundred billion
waiting appropriation
from our pockets
poor lawmakers
have to do their jobs
but they hide too deep
in trenches they dug
panic sets in
on Wall Street
while Main Street’s
been panicked all along
the walls are crumbling—
this pig’s too big
to sit so high
above the clouds
give the corpse
to the masses;
Pork: it is what's
for dinner
my wallet’s thin &
thinning by the day
& it makes me think
money’s worthless, anyway
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